THE NEW-FANGLED, NEOLOGISTIC CONFRONTATION BETWEEN WM. SHAKESPEARE AND CHRISTOPHER MARLOWE, DURING THEIR STANDOFF OF DESULTORY, VERBAL INVENTIVENESS



Will: "You gleeking, burly-boned varlet! I'll toss yer angled, knotty-pated Whore-son to the clink, should you further impune my fawning admirers wid dotard licks from yer rampallian inventions..." 

 Chris: "Back on ya, spleeny, flap-mouthed pizzle-tongued flirtgill! Them Pigeon-livered, shrill-gorged puttocks of yers'll meet with leaden shot afor scaleing branches in my forest o' rump-fed, cash ticket-buyers, you free-loading, unctuous, Kingfawning Clotpoll" 
 
Will: "I'll have the last words, live I long enough to pinch-spot yer sagging buttocks, you corseted, want-witted swag bellied, gut-griping shithead~"

Chris:  "Git yer unmannerly digits away from my shoulder, where only angels may rest, ruttish dingleberry slut.....Yer wife's a waiting, these abortive decades of earth-vexed, heavy with your vestmakers spawn......sodden-witted coxcomb!"  

Will:  "Beslubbering, mewling jackanape!

Chris: "Tardy-gaited drunkard!"

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